stormy weather waves great poofy clouds  whisps of sirus dropped into salty sea gull breath the stairs down to the sand if they could talk  would tell you many things and that once, it was winter here too  for a great time long gone now the winter never really comes, and the the setting sun … Continue reading


the hands of time though maliable would grind down any illusion was it still this place where i woke up anew? with a new language  Love was always the only option. and things are put together in such a way that nobody can take advantage of anyone else... and why would they?